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Chapter 89 Regret

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    Zhuang Jianye didn¡¯t speak and just listened silently.

    "Wang Heping was born in 1968. He had just turned eighteen when he went to the countryside. More than ten years later, the original young man looked as slovenly as an old man when he came back. His parents were ordinary workers, and his brothers and sisters at home  There were four or five of them, and Wang Heping didn't want to be a drag on the family, so he lived alone outside. If he didn't have food, he would go to the fields in the suburbs to pick up some rotten vegetable leaves to satisfy his hunger.

    I was really forced to do nothing. I was encouraged by a few educated youths who also returned to the city and almost went astray. Fortunately, I found out early and got him into the factory. I finally had a living and Wang Heping was able to live up to my expectations. I have loved him since I was a child.  He was a tinkerer and one of the few people in the factory who could simply handle the equipment, so it didn¡¯t take long for me to make him the monitor of the maintenance class.  "

    Zhuang Jianye nodded when he heard this. He knew something about the educated youth group from many literary works in later generations, but most of them were good memories, sometimes with petty bourgeois connotations. It seemed that the vast rural and border areas really  It is a melting pot that can turn a finger into hundreds of steel.

    But in fact, the melting pot is not fake, and it cannot be said that there is no real steel, but there are very few. Most of them are like Wang Heping, who burned all their youth, and when they returned to the city in a daze, they found that the city of the past was just like themselves.  There is an invisible barrier. They want to integrate, but they are squeezed out in various ways. In the midst of internal and external anxiety, many people sink.

    "Wang Heping is fine. No matter what, one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. But the old Liu family is different. Aunt Liu's son responded to the call to go to the mountains and countryside in the late 1950s. As a result, he never came back and had to be sent to someone else.  Two children came back. As for the children's mother, she heard that she couldn't bear the pain and ran away with others.

    Uncle Liu's uncle didn't feel angry when he found out, so he left like this, leaving the three of them living hard. When I followed the comrades from the civil affairs department into the adobe house where they lived, I saw Liu Cong and Liu Lei.  Wrapped in pieces of torn cotton, he huddled in the corner of the bed.

    I wanted to hug my children, but when I opened the quilt, I discovered that the two children were not even wearing any pants in the winter. Later, I found out from the comrades in the civil affairs department that in the old Liu family, except for the pair of pants that Uncle Liu had left on Aunt Liu,  Apart from my own pair of trousers, I couldn¡¯t find another pair of trousers at home that could be worn out.  "

    After finishing speaking, Lin Bo took a few puffs of the cigarette, and the burning light retreated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then he exhaled a mouthful of smoke full of turbidity, and said with circles in his eyes: "I don't even dare to say it."  Imagine that it has been more than thirty years since liberation and the people are still living like this. As an official, I feel very guilty.

    Fortunately, Uncle Liu was a worker in a collective factory during his lifetime and enjoyed the succession policy of immediate family members. It happened that the 23rd Factory was expanded on the basis of the collective factory where Uncle Lin worked, so I asked Liu Cong to take over his grandfather's work.  "

    At this point, Lin Bo's eyes were full of tears and he sighed: "It's a pity that I am a big boss with no skills at all. I can help one or two people, but the more than 400 people in the factory can only stare, so  Xiaozhuang, I, Lin Bo, don¡¯t ask you to run the factory well, as long as you can feed these four hundred people, I will be grateful to you."

    Zhuang Jianye just nodded when he heard this and still said nothing.

    It's not that I don't want to express my opinion, but I don't know how to express my opinion. I just took a look around the factory. The situation in the factory can no longer be described as terrible. The equipment is old, management is lacking, there are no products, and there is no goal. It can be said that there is nothing but a shiny piece of equipment.  Except for the signboard of the No. 23 Yonghong Machinery Factory, everything else is in a mess.

    Of course, you can¡¯t kill the 23rd Factory with a stick. At least from the cadres and workers he came into contact with, Zhuang Jianye felt the intoxicating simplicity. If he were in the countryside, Zhuang Jianye would probably be addicted to it and experience the full rural feelings.  .

    The problem is that this is a factory, a company that wants to produce products and achieve profitability. No matter how simple and beautiful it is, it is useless if it is not full.

    Fortunately, Lin Bo is a pretty good leader, but that's all. After all, there are many mothers-in-law in the 23rd Factory, not to mention there are several in Huancheng City, so it's good to listen to what Lin Bo's family has to say.  The key is to look at the attitude of the main leaders in Huancheng City.

    All in all, there are many things, and the problems are very complex. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are thousands of threads. It is no wonder that guy Lin Guanghua took sick leave and refused to come to work after receiving the transfer order. For such a factory that is about to be overwhelmed by problems, who is it?  Not in the mood to come either.

    Lin Bo didn't know what Zhuang Jianye was thinking. Seeing that his mouth was dry even when he spoke, Zhuang Jianye still frowned and said nothing, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

    I thought Zhuang Jianye looked down on this factory. It's true. He is a college student and a proud son of heaven. He can't make a career wherever he goes. Why should he be poor in this small joint-venture factory of yours? It's like treating a dragon like a loach.  .

    But their Twenty-three Factory really needs a capable and knowledgeable leader.Okay, because of this, even though he knew that he was sorry for Zhuang Jianye by doing this, Lin Bo was still ready to show off his old face and show his trump card, but before he could say anything, a jeep rumbled  Drive over.

    Soon several people jumped out of the car. The man in front of him, Lin Bo, knew him as Qiu Dalin, the deputy mayor of Huancheng City. The Lin Bo next to him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

    "But Lin Bo couldn't remember, but Zhuang Jianye knew Dong Cheng, the deputy director of Yonghong Factory.

    "Xiaozhuang, haha, you have been working at the grassroots level since you came here. You are indeed a role model for the young cadres of Yonghong Factory." Before Zhuang Jianye came up to say hello, Dong Cheng started to praise him.

    Zhuang Jianye was fine, but Qiu Dalin's face looked very ugly. He emphasized that he was a cadre of Yonghong Factory. What did he mean?

    "Mayor Qiu, look"

    Dong Cheng pretended not to notice the expression on the deputy mayor's face. After praising Zhuang Jianye, he turned his head and asked Qiu Dalin with a smile. Qiu Dalin nodded expressionlessly: "Just do as we say."

    "Okay!" Dong Cheng smiled even more happily, and immediately pulled Zhuang Jianye and pointed to the corner: "Xiao Zhuang, let's go over there and talk."

    Seeing the two of them walking away, Lin Bo approached Qiu Dalin and asked in confusion: "Mayor, what's going on?"

    "What's the situation?" Qiu Dalin sneered angrily: "What else could happen? Those bastards from Yonghong Factory regret it and want to take Zhuang Jianye back."

    Lin Bo was not a fool. When he saw Qiu Dalin's tone and attitude, he immediately turned around in his heart and his eyes lit up: "Mayor, have we found a treasure this time?"

    "That's right." Qiu Dalin smiled proudly: "Don't you know that in one morning, I received no less than six letters from Yonghong Factory and Chenggong Factory, all of which wanted to transfer Zhuang Jianye to them.  Please transfer the letter and think it through with your toes. If it is not a treasure, why would two big state-owned factories come together to fight for it?"

    "Then you agree?"

    "Shit, I've been looking forward to this good baby for several years, how could I let go?" Before he finished speaking, Qiu Dalin looked at Dong Cheng who was beaming with joy and sighed: "In the end, not long after he refused, the deputy director of Yonghong Factory  I came here in person.¡±

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